Now It Is Time That Gods Came Walking Out - Kurt Elling

Now it is time that gods came walking out of lived in thing
Time that they came and knocked down every wall
Inside my house
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Only the wind
From such a turning could be strong enough
To toss the air as a shovel tosses dirt
A fresh turned field of breath
Oh gods gods
Who used to come so often and are still
Asleep in the things around us who serenely
Rise and at wells that we can only guess at
Splash icy water on your necks and faces
And lightly add your restedness to what seems
Already filled to bursting our full lives
Once again let it be your morning gods
We keep repeating
You alone are source
With you the world arises and your dawn
Gleams on each crack and crevice of our failure